Amala Comer

Hope - Poem by Amala Comer

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Your prayers seem slow to ripen, But the fields of ears do hear.The warrior of change is ridingWindhorse, Great Garuda, Repressions end is near.The aggressors face so clearly litby fiery torches on hillsides stand, These withering bloomsnever lost from sight, Gesars flower in their hands.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The first of a collection of poems that relate to the inconceivable suffering of the Tibetan people in Tibet. They refer mainly to the protest against Chinese occupation, using the non harming of another person. Self immolation. Their numbers have now reached 114, monks, nuns lay men and women, old and young. Their cries for help to an indifferent world found one voice in verse. As the year of 2012 progressed, the poems reflect either an incident, or the response of the Chinese authorities, or the mood and response of the Tibetans.